The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 223

As Summer was cutting potatoes, the door opened and Mark walked in. She smiled and said,

"Welcome back."

"Yea...” Mark responded lightly, his eyes giving her a meaningful stare.

Summer did not notice it. She bustled around in the kitchen in an apron. "Wash your hands first. The

food will be ready soon."

Mark did not move. He leaned aside, moving his thin lips, and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn’t you

use the card I gave you?"

Summer, still holding the spoon in her hand, paused slightly at Mark's question and said, “I am not in

need of money, and I am not really buying anything, so I did not use it. Do you need the card? I will get

it for you now."

Hearing this, Mark's anger, which had been building u p all day, was on the verge of exploding. His face

looked sullen and his eyes were as cold as ice, staring at her coldly as if he could see through her

mind.

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He gave her the card before she borrowed money from Sherman. Since she already had the card, why

did she borrow from Sherman instead?

She would rather spend Sherman’s money than his. It was ironic, and it pissed him off. To her, was he

less important than Sherman?

Just then, the phone vibrated. He then calmed the anger burning in his eyes and picked up the phone.

The caller ID was: Raine.

His eyes were slightly fixed on the screen for a moment. As his long finger was about to swipe across

the screen, he thought of something. He glanced at Summer in the kitchen, then walked to the window

away from the kitchen, and answered the call.

However, it was not Raine who spoke, but the servant a t Valentine mansion.

She said she did not know what was wrong with Raine. She was suffering. Her face was pale, she was

sweating from pain, and she could not even stand up.

Hearing this, Mark quickly hung up the phone, picked up his silver-gray coat, and walked to the door

quickly. 1

Summer caught him trotting towards the door. She asked from behind him, puzzled, "Where are you

going now? Dinner is almost ready."

However, she was only answered by a deep voice, that was slightly hurried, "I have an urgent

meeting..." 2

When she tried to speak again, the tall figure had already disappeared out of the door.

In the kitchen, the vegetable soup was simmering with a rich aroma, the potatoes were cooked and the

other dishes were ready.

Looking at the sumptuous meal, Summer suddenly lost her appetite. She turned around and went to

the living room, turned on her computer, and prepared for the next class.

She estimated that the meeting should be over in an hour or two. She was not hungry at all, so she

decided t o wait for him.

After logging on to Facebook, she started preparing the lessons.

Suddenly, the Messenger app had a new message. She moved her mouse and clicked on it. Sherman

sent her a smiley face.

Summer reciprocated with a smiley face and they started chatting.

Sherman: Is Mark home at the moment?

Summer: He was, but now he is back in the office. Why?

Sherman: Did he tell you anything?

Summer: What is it?

Sherman: Nothing, what are you doing now?

Summer: Preparing for the next class.

Sherman: You are indeed an excellent teacher. You are my role model. I should learn from you. Well,

go ahead. Got to go.